I swear to god- [ He takes a slow, calming breath. Counts to ten. ] You need to stop looking at him like he's a target, you need to quit looking at her like she's a threat, and you're both going to wait for me on the beach. Got it?

[ They'll listen and get along long enough for him to finish this shit and straighten things out or...fuck if he knows. ]

Just. Trust me on this. Sam, I know you trust me. [ He swigs his eyes back over to Sombra and stretches his mind for some kind of excuse that'll work for her. ] I'll bring a fresh bottle of tequila. Or five. Just try to play nice- meaning without trying to kill him.